In Transit

Everything fitted- and there was room for more. We stopped at Alice's on the way down. Ivy is speaking in sentences and knows lots of nursery rhymes. Alice would like her dressing table back- it's a vintage piece her mother and I gave her when she was a child- so we'll have to bring it down on our next trip.

How many more trips will we need to make? I'd like them to be as few as possible. Two perhaps? I wonder about getting an auction house to come in and clear out everything we don't want. That way we might even make a little money on the deal.